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IN THE WORLD OF
HACKABLES
CONTROLLED BY MACHINE'S
NOTHING IS WRONG
ON THE SURFACE IT SEEMS.
WITH NANO TECHNOLOGY.
KNOWN AS THE KEY.
CONTROLLERS CONTROL
ALL FREQUENCIES.
GENETICALLY MODIFIED
AND PROGRAMMED HUMAN BEINGS.
WE WON'T BELIEVE
THE THINGS WE'LL BE SEEING
THEY FEAR FREE THINKERS
WHO OPPOSE THEY'RE VIEWS.
THEY DON'T LIKE PEOPLE
TO LIVE AS THEY CHOOSE.
CAMPS FOR DISSENTERS
GUARDED BY THUGS.
FORCED TO EAT MEALS
CREATED FROM BUGS.
DIVIDE AND CONQUER
AND DESTROY UNITY.
CHAOS AND MAYHEM
TO THE POINT YOU CAN'T SEE.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
COLLIDES WITH FREEWILL.
OPPOSE BIG BOTHER
THEY'LL SEND YOU THE BILL.
THEY'LL FREEZE YOUR ACCOUNTS
SEIZE YOUR ASSETS.
THEY WON'T BE HAPPY
TILL YOU'RE DROWNING IN DEBT.
CENSORED THEN BANNED
DESTROYING FREE SPEECH.
YOU'RE ONLY ALLOWED
TO SHARE WHAT THEY TEACH.
TRACKING AND TRACING
TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.
DON'T WANT YOU OUTSIDE
OR GOING TO FAR.
PERMISSION IS NEEDED
TO GO OUT AND PLAY.
REWARDS ARE GRANTED
AFTER YOU DO WHAT THEY SAY.
YOU'LL OWN NOTHING
AND BE HAPPY THEY SAY.
I GUESS HAPPY TO LIVE
TO SEE ONE MORE DAY.
THIS IS THE WORLD
OF PSYCHOPATH POWER.
THEY'RE TURNING THE SCREWS
WITH EACH PASSING HOUR.
THEY DEMAND OBEDIENCE
INSIST YOU COMPLY.
EXPOSE THE TRUTH
THEY'LL INSIST IT'S A LIE.
THIS IS A GAME
OF DECEIT AND DECEPTION.
TO DESTROY ALL YOUR THOUGHTS
AND ALL RECOLLECTIONS.
WELCOME TO THE WORLD
OF THE SO CALLED , RULING ELITE.
THEY'LL DESTROY THE WORLD
BEFORE EXCEPTING DEFEAT.
Michael E. Harris
03192022
Rainy days, they bother me not at all,
Sitting inside on my couch, safe and warm.
And even should it grow worse and hail fall
Still, I sit content in spite of the storm.
Thunder will certainly make itself heard,
Followed by lightning that streaks ‘cross the sky.
Deep down in some hearts great fear may be stirred
And yet, I take comfort, I don’t know why.
Rain in the street blown about by the wind,
Tapping the windows and on the roof top.
I watch the trees in the yard sway and bend,
Part of me hoping it never will stop.
I love rainy days and there is no doubt
Excepting, of course, if I must go out.
The Circus gongs excite the Throngs in nighttime Never Land –
They swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,
While Acrobats step pitapat above the shifting sands
And Lady Fat sits down to chat and oozes charm unplanned.
The Dwarfs in suits, so small and cute when marching with the Band,
Ask crimson Clowns with frozen frowns, to hold a mutant hand,
While Tamers’ whips with withered tips, throughout the winter land,
Lure Cats entranced through hoops enhanced with flames of fires fanned.
White Elephants in big-top tents boast black-tusk contraband
To regiments of Sycophants who overflow the stands,
But No One sees anomalies, and No One understands.
At night’s demise, the dither dies, the lonesome Crowd disbands,
Down dead-end streets the Horde retreats, their tattered rags in strands,
And Janes and Joes reweave their woes, for thoughts of change are banned.
To play a part in Three-Ring Art, I thought I’d try my hand –
I mastered skills, I felt the thrills, I breathed and seethed firsthand –
But destiny denied to me to taste a lifetime spanned
With tightrope walks and trapeze chalks ... excepting second-hand...
For alcohol provoked a fall, as if a reprimand,
And now, a heap, I sometimes keep the ticket office manned...
You and I seemed a sure thing,
we’d been strong seven years,
had man more up than downs,
nothing wrong, it appeared.
But then you started changing,
talking empowerment,
calling our home a prison,
our kids a detriment.
Saying that a ‘strong woman,’
has no need of a man,
somehow we who loved you most
didn’t fit with your plans.
Do you know
our kids will never forgive you,
and if they saw you right now
they’d probably hit you.
So just leave,
you fell in love with your theory,
found out, too late, it don’t work,
but that isn’t on me.
Then one day you were missing,
out to live your ‘real’ life,
posting things that made it clear
you’re no longer my wife.
Lusting for other women,
calling all men toxic,
not excepting your own son,
how did you get so sick?
Marching to ‘change the world’ and
‘free women from the home,’
urging accountability,
taking none of your own.
Do you know
our kids will never forgive you,
and if they saw you right now
they’d probably hit you.
So just leave,
you fell in love with your theory,
found out, too late, it don’t work,
but that isn’t on me.
And now you’re acting shocked
that you’re tired and alone,
Feel regret for the fact
that these same children have grown;
as if those feminists
ignored something inside,
ten dam years to learn this,
too late, you ruined your life!
Do you know
our kids will never forgive you,
and if they saw you right now
they’d probably hit you.
So just leave,
you fell in love with your theory,
found out, too late, it don’t work,
but that isn’t on me.
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
must we keep on in weakness
how long will it take us
to weak up
are we not done yet
in this pit of poverty
must we be always
the same
I thought we have our
destinies in our hands
I thought we are the
owners of our mind
so how much more
will we keep excepting
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
we fight each other
we are not in love with each other
we fail to unite oh africa
while we keep hoping
for the perfect stranger
to come take our problems
away
we refuse to believe in ourselves
yet we need each other
we reject to build each other
yet we are strongly building
the home of the perfect stranger
who is busy hunting on us
what a pity what a love
we are so in love
in love with the
love in the eye of the perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
we are so in love with this strangers
they have brought us a lot
fights for justice
they have abused our dignity
enslave our own
devalued our ancestors
stole our treasure
destroyed our culture
imposed their ways opinion
civilization on our life's
still we remain blind
instead we are busy
loving the stranger
we changed our spiritual
life's for no good
what a love
we are so in love
in love with the
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
our women are our prides
yet our streets are full
of helpless girls
abused raped
by this strangers
a perfect stranger
indeed
our women are to be protected
cos out there this strangers
are wild
wilder than our welcomes
they are the devils we cast
in our prayers
they are friend to those
who oppress our freedom
they are the mentor of our
grieves
they are no good friends
what a perfect stranger
yet we are still busy in love
in love with the
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
always at first
this strangers always
comes to us with a perfect
smile and with an eyes
full with love
their words are so comforting
so much sweet words
fall from their lips of lies
they always have a gift
neither do we know
it was an exchange
what a stranger
a perfect stranger
yet we fall in love
in love with the
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
My father is not the biological father of my siblings
So I am the bridge, I am the link in the family
I, alone, carry his blood, so it is
all the more poignant, and painful that
I am the daughter who disappoints
I am the daughter who didn't join the Navy
who didn't graduate from college
who didn't marry a military man
who didn't give him a grandson
I am the literature-loving daughter of the man
who can not abide books, the man
with no patience for poetry or art or music (excepting Johnny Cash)
I am the (usually) alcohol-abstaining daughter of the man
who can not seem to show affection without the buzz of beer in him
I live in the land of rain
He has retired to sunnier plains
Still we share the same face
And, for thirty four years, the same last name
I see in me his stubborness
the same silent avoidance of problems and pain
the same wanderlust
the same silly habit of leaving keys in the door
Of hating to wait in airport lounges, in doctor's offices
the same scribbly handwriting
the same distaste for celery and peppers
For better or worse
I am not me
Without him.
7/15/18
the cultivators
taught how to walk and talk
they approached as a group
each with a bowl of bread
given unto them by a lord
trying to speak and be strong
i said, "time moves along,
it, can't stand here all day
in contest.....i say...you say"
then they all talked at once
in different directions
throwing corrections
at everything i'd pronounce
my resources mustered
as their actions grew flustered
as my patience waned
at their reactions
their creations grew louder,
i said, "just cut the chowder,
leave now please, and don't come back"
the storm eased and mine was the final thunder clap
long since when
i've not seen them again
i can tell you they are much less
than sourly missed
in fact they've dropped off
their radar somewhere else,
excepting, of course
for their last recourse
(every once in a while)
a pamphlet at the door
So many times I counted on you
Times only you could help me through
Reasons unexplained; you gave no aid to me
Every single day now, you are failing.
No excuses, no lines, no reason is good enough.
Getting too worn? Is your life too tough?
Think, for a change, about the children you raise.
How can you help when your fires of failures blaze?
Stay down just once, perhaps it will help.
Utmost quit giving, impudent whelp.
Children need you not, despite what you think.
Children need you not to pull them from any brink.
Eloquence, that language you do not speak.
So unlike them and, to their ears, your tongue does reek.
So much so, they ought never your counsel seek.
Lowly you, it is best you disappear.
Out from us, we require you be away from here.
Voids in our hearts your absence will not give.
Indeed, the lack of your presence would help us to live!
Never to be remembered would your memory be.
Gladly forgotten by all, even, especially me.
And now that you’ve suffered, dear mother, through preceding stanzas three,
Do not forget that which you yourself know is most important to me.
Other than substance and body of poetry
Remember how much thought I put into titling.
Excepting this verse, the one after, and its next
Yonder title applies to the words of this text.
Of course I would not truly let it be
Under no circumstance to write of you disrespectfully.
Mother, my mother, to whom none can compare,
Outshine all you will in both present and future years.
Mother, my mother, a burden like yours, truly few can bear.
My heart is depleting, it is becoming thin and fragile.
I can feel it slowly crumbling.
The pieces have started falling to the floor.
They instantly shatter.
I try to pick them up,
yet my fingers are sliced from the shards of black glass.
I want to collect all the pieces,
put them back together to make my heart Whole and beautifully alive again,
but I continue to slash my fingers wide open.
I’m unable to put it all back how it once was.
Without my beating heart I have no energy, no love to give.
I want to lay down and not think at all.
I don’t want the small fragment that is barley still dangling,
to fall and shatter,
continuing to building upon all the tiny particles below.
The Pieces on the floor are now soaked in blood and tears.
I feel I may never recover.
I no longer know who I am or why I am even here.
Everything seems lost, dark and horribly hopeless.
I pray that the one shred of this coal heart will turn pink and grow.
That somehow it can expand and create a new heart,
a stronger heart that will beat loud and full of pure love.
I have given myself healing time to process everything.
The tears from my eyes are finally dry,
the sliced fingers wounds are now healing.
I can see clearly now,
I look upon the lifeless broken pieces of my heart,
still clustered on the floor.
I can see that they no longer serve me.
My heart had turned so weak and frail because it was not reviving any love.
I put my freshly scabbed fingers to my chest,
to feel the flicker of the one piece of heart still hanging on.
I close my eyes and send pure love to it.
I realize I need to love myself and love my heart,
that is what it needs to grow and become whole.
Self love,
being completely excepting and fully in love with me is the answer!
It’s so obvious to me now,
I’m grateful for my old neglected heart,
it is no longer trying to survive off the love of others,
scared when it didn’t receive any,
for now I don’t need it.
I have myself and that’s who completes me.
I thank the shards as I sweep them off the floor,
my feet are now ready to dance upon where they once lay,
so thankful that the body I never thought would want to get up again is thriving,
flourishing once more!
EVERYTHING THING HAS ITS SEASONS
THE EARTH HAS ITS SEASONS, AND FOLLOWS ITS NORMS.
THE PLANTS HAS ITS SEASONS, AND FOLLOWS ITS NORMS.
THE OCEANS HAS ITS SEASONS, AND FOLLOWS ITS NORMS.
THE ANIMALS HAVE THEIR SEASONS, AND FOLLOWS ITS NORMS.
ALL FOLLOWING THEIR CYCLE OF EARTH'S NATURAL CHANGING NORMS EXCEPTING THE REALITY OF CHANGE.
WERE AS WE HUMANS RUN UNBRIDLED, WREAKING HAVOC ON MOTHER EARTH CAUSING MANY SHIFTS IN HER NORMS.
WE HUMANS REFUSE TO EXCEPT LIFE'S NATURAL CHANGES, AND EMBRACE THE NORMS, THAT WE ARE LIKE THE SEASONS, SHINING BRIGHTLY KNOWING THAT WE ARE HERE, BUT FOR A SHORT WHILE.
LOOK INTO THE MIRROR AND FACE LIFE'S NATURAL CHANGES, BREAK THE CHAINS OF BONDAGE TO VANITY AND FEAR.
YOU WILL BE SURPRISE AT THE BEAUTIFUL ENLIGHTEN PERSON LOOKING BACK AT YOU.
EMBRACE LIFE'S NATURAL CHANGES, LET GO OF YOUR MENTAL SHACKLES AND LIVE